Love is not a choice
09-03-2016, 01:31 PM
Amachi would feel Mercy come up to meet her, the white woman aiming to bite her left cheek where her jaw connected with her cheek. The white woman got her way in thwarting Amachi’s attack, as Amachi would tug her head to her right her jaws missing their mark aiming towards Mercy’s right cheek instead right below her eye. The white woman’s teeth would sink into her left cheek just below her eyes. Leaving a moderate wound not even a half inch with fur being pulled away. Amachi had her eye narrowed to protect them, lips pulled back with her teeth bared to scrunch up the muscles over her teeth. Ears pinned to the back of her head and her hackles raised. A the white woman’s arms hooked around her Amachi would try to solidify her position the same. Her back toes spread, back legs evenly apart for balance as her tail tucked to protect her abdomen and her abdomen muscles tighten for more balance and protection.
Amachi then would try to go for Mercy’s left ear with her jaws with the frustration of her previous plan gone. Her head tilted to the right her jaws would aim to bite down on that side of her head - her attempt to get a purchase. Her scruff scrunched forward to protect her vitals as well as she attempted to keep them in close proximity to protect her face. There wasn’t much else to do in this position, so Amachi attempted to lean forward slightly. Her right back leg trying to scoot a few inches forward for more balance as she attempted to put pressure on the lighter and smaller female. Maybe if she was lucky she would fall.
3/3 for spar
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